Wolf King Nathan’s POV
“If I were a wolf. This would be a nice night for a run, wouldn’t you say, Your Majesty?” Frederick says, sniffing the air. I don’t know why he did that. He’s not a wolf. His sense of smell can’t be that great. “It’s like there is something in the air tonight.” He continues. That piques my interest, and I follow suit and inhale through my nose.
A tinge of something unpleasant reaches my nostrils. It’s faint, but there is something. Since meeting Frederick, I’ve discovered he doesn’t tell you what to do. He makes suggestions. He leaves it up to the individual to decide whether to follow those suggestions. “Maybe you should allow your wolf to find out what it is. I bet he’s curious,” he suggests. With what Frederick prepared to lose, I will follow his suggestio
